Wolf Poem

Two wolves on wolf business
go their ways.
Singly they go, traveling
long frozen journeys,
In the pack they go,
howling at the moon.
Panting, in the brief shade at noon,
drowsing, eyes half closed,
still alert for business.


Coming back then in evening,
coming back at dawn,
Traveling the home way,
coming back together.
Delicate nose touch,
welcome home.


Then, grinning wolf grins, rolling,
nipping like silly puppies.
Coming together
in deep excitement.
Sleeping together,
fur on fur.


Choosing this one for life again
and again
in unmeditated joy.
I am in love with you
as quietly, as exuberantly,
As every day and the
welling up of homecoming.


Wolf mates.